I couldn't help but let my mind wander,
And amongst the tall trees and broken shade,
My bare feet stumbled upon the place
Where you decided to grit your teeth and become something else,
Someone else.
I wish I could have been there when your skin thickened and your tongue bled.
I wish I could have been there when you learned a new language
And decided to only speak in tongues that even you couldn't understand.
I couldn't tell you things anymore;
I couldn't tell you about rich people who spend their money to help the poor,
And I couldn't tell you that sometimes,
Your parents fight in front of you and you think that its all your fault but its not, and you're okay.
You're okay.
I could only tell you that your fingers felt like needles against my skin,
And that it hurt when your pressed your lips against the tiny tears on my shoulders
And down my back.
I think you got angry,
When my eyebrows furrowed, trying to understand.
You were frustrated because I couldn't roll my tongue or my 'r's.
You were mad,
Because our eyes were different shapes and my top lip was paler than my bottom.
Maybe my nose was too crooked, maybe the lines in the face made me look tired.
You broke me into a hundred pieces,
Because with every ******,
You claimed you were my savior.